A friend of mine asked me after I wrote off one of my ER visits to stress: Are you stressed?
On the one hand, I was and am pretty proud that it is not obvious.
On the other, I wanted to cry, Hell yes.
No part of my life is stress-free, and much is stressful.
The latest: Tomorrow I go to a wound clinic because I found another sore on my butt.
Sores on one's butt are kind of the kiss of death for wheelchair users since we are always sitting.
I am just tired.
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